Wednesday, July 7, 2010

remote


Ludwig van Beethoven - Sonata in E major Op. 109, III with Lívia Rév


if it wasn't for               your              fin - gers

whis - per - ing              the lost voice

i               wouldn't know              i               am trapped


between a me              i               forgot


and               one               living in the world

              without                             voice

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5 comments:

Prospero said...

The prodigal son returns, lured by the stunning glory of Beethoven.

And these words, suspended like bright vari-colored fish in some forlorn aquarium, whispering what fingers ought-not know.

July 08, 2010
RNSANE said...

Beautiful - the music and the poetry.

July 10, 2010
m said...

stunning glory indeed...

and what images you pain, as you always do with your photos - aquarium forlorn...

i have missed you.

July 10, 2010
m said...

thank you carmen, i am glad they speak to you!

July 10, 2010
Manuela said...

ps. prodigal daughter :)

July 13, 2010

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